One More Day Until Staycation

I think my only excitement will be getting my eyebrows waxed.  Been about two months since I last went.  Starting to grow together.  Kind of rocking the Bert from Sesame Street vibe.

It was not a stupid day. It was a productive day.  Some hiccups, but not the usual dumpster fire I've been dealing with lately.  No diva interaction either.  It appears that the Thinker is down for learning new things and I'm ok with that.  Seems a little overwhelmed and I get it.  Too much is thrown at me in my daily life and it's not easy to juggle.  

I might actually get to see Trevor when Corinne is in town.  I'm ok with him not calling me two years ago.  I ignored a lot of his messages at the time because well, he hurt my feelings.  He made me feel bad at times and I get tired of people telling me what's wrong with me all the time. I don't do that to other people so how come it's ok to do that to me all the time?  I had a lot of fun when I worked with Trevor but when he would make that one comment that ruined the fun, it just crushed me.  I don't hate him.  I kind of missed having him in my daily life.  Hopefully Corinne can connect with him and I might cross paths with him.  I would be happy if that happened.

I am not happy about the whole Jimmy Kimmel thing. I feel sick.  It's like you can be a racist, say horrible things and treat people terribly and if someone say something, then you're the villain.  That's what it feels like.  I think of all the things that get suppressed, why comedy?  Is laughing outlawed now?  I feel like I'm in an effed version of Footloose. 

I'm still not too happy about not knowing what my car insurance will be and how much will I have to pay on October 1st.  Great way to spend time off worrying about that.  BOOOOO!!!

Oh well, I'll make the best out of my time off.  It'll be nice not to deal with what I've been dealing with lately.  Too damn much.

And sleep.  I'll get much needed sleep.  

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